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WHO: Metabee (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beetlebattlebot) and Waspinator (chewtoyoffate).
WHERE: Skyfire and Waspinator's.
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS:Oh hell yeah, bitches, there will be gore and smut everywhere. None.
SUMMARY: Metabee is upset with Waspinator (goodness, what a change from usual), so he goes tobeat him up TALK TO HIM ENTIRELY CIVILLY AND WITHOUT ANY FISTICUFFS INVOLVED
FORMAT: Para.
Metabee was getting out and about quite a bit for a guy who had declared himself dead to the world. While he still felt an uncomfortably sharp pang every time he rolled out of the top bunk of his bed to find Ikki's space unoccupied, he had stewed in his own juices plenty. Ruka and Rua had instilled just enough hope that he would come back.
It helped to know that he wasn't out quite as many friends as he had thought.
Well. Maybe. He was rethinking calling Waspinator a best friend. Why were all of the people who earned that title such jerks?
A pebble that had had the grand misfortune to be placed in his path was kicked, flinging off and skittering down the street. Metabee harrumphed to himself, dodging a pedestrian or two. It had crossed his mind once or twice that he should say sorry for assuming Waspinator had been 'Ported out and not... fallen down some stairs, but he dismissed any of those rebellious niggles of common sense. He was holding this particular grudge hard enough to give it an Indian burn, though it had yet to cry uncle.
Clearly the solution was to storm over to Waspinator's and continue yelling at him. Maybe get in a punch or two. Genius idea, Metabee. He tromped up and knocked at the door, glaring holes in the wood for lack of a target to vent at just yet.
beetlebattlebot) and Waspinator (chewtoyoffate).WHERE: Skyfire and Waspinator's.
WHEN: Sunday afternoon.
WARNINGS:
SUMMARY: Metabee is upset with Waspinator (goodness, what a change from usual), so he goes to
FORMAT: Para.
Metabee was getting out and about quite a bit for a guy who had declared himself dead to the world. While he still felt an uncomfortably sharp pang every time he rolled out of the top bunk of his bed to find Ikki's space unoccupied, he had stewed in his own juices plenty. Ruka and Rua had instilled just enough hope that he would come back.
It helped to know that he wasn't out quite as many friends as he had thought.
Well. Maybe. He was rethinking calling Waspinator a best friend. Why were all of the people who earned that title such jerks?
A pebble that had had the grand misfortune to be placed in his path was kicked, flinging off and skittering down the street. Metabee harrumphed to himself, dodging a pedestrian or two. It had crossed his mind once or twice that he should say sorry for assuming Waspinator had been 'Ported out and not... fallen down some stairs, but he dismissed any of those rebellious niggles of common sense. He was holding this particular grudge hard enough to give it an Indian burn, though it had yet to cry uncle.
Clearly the solution was to storm over to Waspinator's and continue yelling at him. Maybe get in a punch or two. Genius idea, Metabee. He tromped up and knocked at the door, glaring holes in the wood for lack of a target to vent at just yet.